The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-21 20:56:16 -

The fire took the lighthouse in the night. It did not scream. It merely opened its mouth, a vertical gash of orange and black, and swallowed the beam. I watched from the ridge. I am a soldier of the coast, a keeper of the line. My name is Elias. I have worn the grey uniform for thirty years. The wind was cold. It cut through my wool. It cut through my skin. It cut through my soul. I stood...

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